Cut off No one, gat sauce like me still gat sauce for da crisp cut me off u lack balls don't go deep cos u are about to be bleeped verse 1 Nigga I feel ur pain , when bitches call me t-pain. I gat all the fans nigga , ur boy gat defamed that's why they call me trapking cos am trapped in as said. but u better plain Jane before I wipe out ur frame. yea nigga u know am still the best, do go to next. just put on rewind before i put tears to ur chest as it breaks. what u get, pity u that's pitifull, how much sauce u gon sweep my spoon standing on the grind like a motherfuker still gat this game that's tactical. balls in hat that's magical, flowers to ur grave that's botanical with a 2 V fingers to ur face what ridicule song chanted in ur name that musical but I gat the keys like the locksmith and that physical. mystery boxes in hand that mystical Write my names in gold that's meaningful cos I gat this legacy in brand that's lyrical. Hook No one, gat sauce like me still gat sauce for da crisp cut me off u lack balls don't go deep cos u are about to be bleeped scored so much goals like the man no 9. bitches on call cos its time to click that 9 I still gat the sauce still live with the nine. gat the island girls still live by the Nile Gat my bitch, she is queen ,still a thug too but she bout to pop too, this boy ridding in her throat too. diamonds on my dick as I put this grills in her mouth as she grabs my chains .I might go insane like we in a bout. Bout to raise my stakes in cash, my reinstate. money rolling out the count my Peace day. bitches crushing on that round my piece breaks. peace by peace we rounding them out that's east way Bk to relays for we play ur image the blicky way